Autumn Quilt is just smoothed up on the wall (crookedly), but I’m happy to be at this place with this quilt. I started collecting fabrics for it about 8 or 9 years ago, gathering up reds and golds and earthy greens, browns and blacks with pattern. I was mimicking a quilt design from a friend of mine who had made a similar quilt and I loved the way it glowed.
I used the basic Square-in-a-Square pattern, adjusting it so that these are nine-inch blocks. I put the inner striped border on it and hung it in the closet last fall. And it stayed there while I ruminated on and pondered the border. My family has the Ruminating Gene in spades.
I showed some of the process in my last post, so I know this is a repeated tale. Sorry. But what was different was that I cut down the one-inch striped border to a half-inch sort of piping-effect border. I’m happy with it.
But when I put it all together, it was like there were doorways or gates on each side, letting the border go flabby. While I may have to deal with flabby everything else, I’m not at all about to settle for flabby borders. I unpicked and re-stitched to what is shown above. I like it a lot better, and many thanks to my husband for helping me talk through that little knot of a problem.
I had one backing all picked out–a vintage piece of fabric, bought at a yard sale next to my sister-in-law’s house in Utah. It just didn’t sing. But this eight-year-old piece from Alexander Henry did.
I added two other fabrics with a orangey-blue tonality, and we were good to go. So today, it did–off to the quilter’s.
I did other errands today made me glad to have a holiday that causes me to think about what I’m thankful for. I ran into Joan in the grocery store — an 80-year-old friend — and she was buying a disposable roaster and colorful napkins. The whole family, with grandchildren, boyfriends and everyone is at her house again, as they are every year. Everyone helps but she confided she has a hard time getting the gravy made because “They want me out in the backyard playing croquet with them!” And then as we were leaving, she gestured with her arm to the immaculate grocery store, perfection this morning at 8 a.m. before the hordes of Thanksgiving shoppers arrived, and said “When I look at this abundance, I feel like I need to give thanks to God all over again.” I’ll be taking a wee break from blogging while I cook and peel and crimp and serve and oh yeah, clean up (as well as do a bit of grading and maybe even shopping) so I’m posting this holiday wish a bit early.
Like my friend Joan, this Thursday, I’ll be giving thanks to God for friends I’ve found in writing this blog and in participating in the quilting world. You really do enrich my life with fabric chats, a little fun gossip now and again, and a sense that I belong to a vibrant community full of talent and enough quirkiness to make it interesting.
I’ll be giving thanks to God for his goodness in my life, for the gift of our children and grandchildren and in-laws and out-laws (hey, we all have a few). I’m grateful to my mother and father for giving me atta’boys when I need it, and correcting my grammar and spelling when called for. I’m happy to have sisters and brothers, and to have grown up in a family so large that we had to learn to share, yet small enough that when one of us is down, the others all know and want to help.
I have many ways to count the blessings in my life and will be doing just that on Thursday, feeling the Lord’s kindness rain down. And I wish this all for you.